Page 64 of Curvy Love

“Oh Abbott, I’m so sorry.” There’s nothing but sincerity and concern in her voice and something in that tone clenches something tight inside of me.

“It was a long time ago,mo ghaol, and I’ve done alright for myself.”

“That’s very true.” She’s quiet for a minute before admitting. “My parents died when I was eleven and my sisters pretty much finished raising me.”

“So you’re close with your sisters then?”

“I am. We all live here. Not together in the same house anymore because they’re both married now.” Her tone is wistful now and all I want to do is wrap her in my arms.

“Do you like your job?”

“Likeis a strong word for my job.”

“Then why do you do it?”

She laughs and I close my eyes enjoying the pure joyful sound of it. I don’t recall ever feeling physical happiness simply from hearing someone else laugh. But I do with Willow.

“It’s shallow to say but the money.”

I scoff. “I don’t believe that.”

“I dinna believe that,” she says in a low mocking voice. “I love your accent. You probably hear that all the time.Especially from American women.”

I have heard it, but I never pay much attention to it. “I love your accent,” I tell her.

“Do I have one?”

“Definitely. It’s slow and sugary and sexy as fuck.”

She releases a low breath. “You don’t have to flirt with me.”

“Why wouldn’t I flirt with you?”

“I don’t really understand what’s happening here, Abbott.”

Christ, I wish I could see her. Touch her. “You could come over here and I’d show you exactly what’s happening between us, but unfortunately I’m staying with a friend and don’t have my own place. I’d offer to get a hotel, but I don’t want you to feel like all I’m offering is a hook-up. But be assured that I want you, Willow, make no mistake about that.”

“You kissed me after the auction.”

“I would have done more than that if we hadn’t been interrupted. I’m not proud of that fact because you deserve better than a hotel conference room. Even a nice hotel like that one. But I’ve never had a woman affect me the way you do. I know you feel it too. I saw the way you looked at me. I felt it in your kiss.”

There’s a long pause and I think maybe I’ve pushed her too far, but then I hear her quiet words. “I live alone.”

My dick goes rock hard and I groan. I squeeze my hard length through my athletic shorts. “Are you inviting me over, lass?”

“I’m not sure.” Another pause. Then a whispered ‘fuck it.’ “Yes, yes, I am.”

I sit upright in bed so quickly I nearly give myself whiplash. “Willow? Are you certain? Because if I come over there, you know what’s going to happen, don’t you? I will not be able to keep my hands off you. I want you too badly.”

“You do? Truly?”

“I know you felt how hard I was for you when we kissed.”

“I did feel it.”

“I’m hard right now. Did you get wet, when we were kissing?”

“Yes. I came home and had to make myself come.”

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